Hi Christina,
It's often the shortest poems that offer so much... Each time I read this I
find myself caught by its completeness and also savouring specific words:
the "low" light, "catching", "unbroken" silk.
I often categorise poems I like as "H'm" or "Gosh," or "Wow," or "Yeh," -
this is a bit of a "Gosh!" and a lot of a "Wow!"
I'm also enjoying the notion of silk... something created by a living
creature and, by us humans, valued for its strength as well as its expense.
And the first word of the poem: "Walk" with me. I guess that's the most
powerful things, the walking and the things in the poem that don't move.
Yeh, in a word: "Wow!"
Bob
>From: Christina Fletcher <[log in to unmask]>
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>Subject: New sub: Almost Invisible
>Date: Sat, 4 Dec 2004 04:38:24 -0500
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> Amost Invisible
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> Walk with me, father:
> the low light is catching
> miles of unbroken silk
> spun from blade to blade of grass.
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> christina fletcher
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